The small village of Greenfield was quiet and simple. Most people there were poor, but they worked hard every day just to survive.
Among them lived a boy named Ayan.
Ayan was only seventeen years old. His clothes were old, and his shoes were almost broken. Every morning he helped his mother carry water from the river and worked in the small field behind their house.
Even though life was difficult, Ayan had a kind heart.
Whenever he saw someone in trouble, he always tried to help.
One afternoon, Ayan was walking through the village market when he heard shouting.
"Give me the money!" a big man yelled at an old fruit seller.
The old man looked scared. "Please… this is all I have. I need it to feed my family."
Ayan felt anger rising in his chest. He stepped forward.
"Leave him alone," Ayan said.
The big man looked at him and laughed. "And what will you do, poor boy?"
Before Ayan could say anything, the man pushed him hard to the ground and ran away with the money.
The villagers watched silently. No one dared to stop him.
Ayan slowly stood up, dust on his clothes and pain in his arms. But what hurt him more was seeing the old man crying.
"I'm sorry," Ayan said quietly.
That night, Ayan couldn't sleep.
He looked at the stars and whispered to himself, "One day… I will become strong. Strong enough to protect people like him."
The next day, while walking through the forest to collect firewood, something strange happened.
A soft golden light appeared between the trees.
Curious, Ayan followed the light deeper into the forest.
Soon he reached a small clearing.
In the center of the ground was a mysterious glowing stone.
The light from the stone was warm and powerful.
Ayan slowly stepped closer.
As soon as he touched it—
The light exploded around him.
A voice echoed in his mind.
"You have been chosen."
Ayan's eyes widened.
He didn't know it yet…
But this moment would change his life forever.